Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

"Like maybe they want to treated like the sluts they are."

Putting a little strength behind it, he pushed me down to my knees, never taking his eyes off mine. He shoved his sweatpants down and out came his cock, hard and very much ready for me. He grabbed my hair and guided it toward my lips.

"I heard the way you screamed last night. Those weren't the screams of a princess. They were the screams of a whore. Suck it."

I blinked.

"Suck my cock. You know you want to."

Looking up at Darren, there was definitely a fire to him. He was definitely sexy. My heart was pounding. Carson was so sweet, so caring, why was his brother so different?

I couldn't say I wasn't intrigued. I couldn't even deny his accusations of me being a slut were untrue. After all, he was talking down to me, pulling my hair, and had his cock in my face. Yet I still felt like I wanted him, even after enjoying what his brother did so damn much.

Obeying Darren, I licked the tip of his cock. Licked his head. It felt weird doing this; Carson didn't even ask me to. I let my tongue run down his cock, up and around it. I was virgin only a day ago, but I wasn't completely naive in the realm of what people did behind closed doors.

Or in the hallway of a mansion owned by two sexy brothers.

"Lick my balls, Christine. Lick them good."

I nodded, doing as he asked, tasting the flesh. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be, and the adrenaline that was starting to pump through my head only intensified my resolve. I took them into my mouth even, and started to suck on them. Darren's head draped back with a silent groan. I was getting his approval despite his harsh words and it oddly brought a smile to my face.

Leading my tongue away from his balls, I went up and down his shaft, letting him enjoy the delicate job I was doing.

The problem was, Darren wasn't a delicate man.

Again, he took me by the hair, and thrust his cock through my lips.

Sudden, strong, powerful, I was overwhelmed and almost gagged on him. I was driven to please him however, licking him and sucking him as he fucked my face. So sudden, so rough, the adrenaline started to really pump, along with my own imagination running wild and making parts of me far hotter than I would expect from such treatment.

My eye contact never broke as I looked up at his sick grin, which only broke so often so often for a grunt or gasp of his own when the pressures of me sucking his cock was proving to be just too much for him to handle.

He was legal, as Carson said. Even if I wanted more of Carson, he said I was allowed to experience Darren too. It's not cheating, and as a young and sexually curious woman, I wanted to please Darren so he would show me just what his brand of love was.

If it felt anything like Carson's it would be well worth it.

Sucking, licking, fondling his balls as all of this happened, Darren was only a man and was soon struggling to hold himself back from the charms of a first time cocksucker.

I wasn't surprised when he pulled my head off his cock. "You really like that don't you? I knew you'd turn out to be my slut after all."

He followed his words by pulling me up to my feet, and bringing me in for another rough yet delectable kiss. Everything was so powerful, so passionate with him.

When it broke, he was still staring deeply into my eyes, the hand not on my head going down my body and to my pussy, where he shoved his fingers in. "You're already dripping wet for me. I knew it."

I shuddered as he fingered me, flicking my clit as if the sounds I made when he did so were purely for his amusement.

That I enjoyed the feeling of that he was doing was secondary to him, it seemed.

"I'm going to fuck you, Christine. I'm going to fuck you harder than my idiot brother ever could. You're going to scream for me. Louder than you did for him. Isn't that what you want?"

Breathing deeply, I nodded. God, I reall

y was a slut.

He shoved me over to the bannister that I was looking over when he first accosted me. His hand was still over my pussy massaging it, preparing it.

Unlike Carson, he wasn't going in slow. Darren instead impaled me on his cock.

Strong, powerful, it was a hell of a change, an intense burst of delight rushing through me as he fucked me. He was in me to the hilt, and let me adjust to him after a short time before starting to fuck me – and fuck me hard.